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Show T%o The ^Difappointment; or> Will pafs neglected \ therefore be advis'd, And do not lavifh out thofe Charms in Tears, That are a Debt to Love. Erm. Alas ! m y Charms Are ufclefs n o w : T h e Power that firft made And conjur'd thefe faint Beauties into Charms, Withdraws his Influence -, m y lov'd Alphonfo - - Lor. N o more of him. Erm. N o more of m y Alphonfo ! Is he not mine ? m y Husband ! Lor. Therefore no more of him: What Woman, w. Her Youth boils up, and wantons in her Veins, W h e n her hot panting PuKe beats to the Joy, And the thin Blood fprings forward to be gone, What W o m a n then would quench a generous Flame, In an unacYive, heavy Husband's Arms, That tires and jades your Expectation In the firft Stretch ot Love, then dully falls T o his old Trot, and drudges out the Courfe ? Erm. I do not underftand you. Lor. Well, no more Of the dull Subject \ is't not fo ? Erm. Lorenzo- , Lor. True, Madam : And to leave you without Cai As you fay, Madam, without Caufe, (and fure Y o u are the beft Judge of fuch a Caufe) Was barbarous, and did deferve that Fate. Erm. Alas! what Fate ? Lor. C o m e , come : I k n o w the Sex ; And k n o w there is a Spirit in the Blood O f all you marry'd W o m e n , that ne er tails Solliciting your Thoughts to a Confent, Of forking cut your Vengeance on the brows O f the forgiving, thoughtlefs Fools at home Erm. Our Sex may merit Cenfure : But I hope, M y Lord, you think fome honeft. Ler. I believe r c Pride may do m u c h to keep the Body fafe, Or fear of vent'ring upon Joys unknowni: But fhe w h o once has tafted of the Sweets, The M O T H E R in Fajhion. in. If honeft to the Love of Truth; muft own A Relifh ftill remaining of the Joy, That plays upon the Pallat, and invites |A youthful Appetite to tafte again: But when it comes to that, your Craviigs grow intemperate, not to be fatisfy'd. f)h for the Brawn! the Back of Hercules! With all the three Nights Sweat, his Father Jove Spent in Alcmene's Service, but to try [f that could fatisfie a Lady's Longing. Erm. Alas! there is fome Meaning in your Words |do not apprehend: But yet I fear. ^ ^ lor. 1 know thou doft: The Devil, that taught thee Sin, [ftnd train'd thee to Perfection in thy Trade, ow leaves thee to the Confcience of thy Crimes. Irm. Alas! what Crimes! A m 1 fufpected then? lor. No. Prov'd, Confirm'd, Recorded in m y Brain. nd I will think thee over twice a Day, o warn m e of the Dangers of thy Sex. fpe&ed! O h Hypacrifie of Hell! ho' thy feign'd Tears have feal'd Alphonfo's Eyes, itha fond Faith of thee, thy Truth and Love j hou could'ft not erofly think, that ail the World iok'd with dull Eyes, thro' an Eclipfe, upon thee. ut'cis the Spight and Policy of Hell, iilt to feduce, and tempt into the Sin, nd then betray us to the Scourge and Shame. Irm 0! I had dy'd contented with the L jfs f my lov'd Lord lor. Think, think on him! Irm. 0 he is never abfent from m y Thoughts. lor. Think what a Creature he would make of thee, id he but barely guefs at what I know. Irm. What is't you k n o w ? ler. Away, away, vile W o m a n ! [She follows him weeping, ow her Eyes (beam! Tho' they have long prophan'd he Sanctity, and pious Ufe of Tears j et now in pity to thy Soul, if they ccp Penitence, for Mercy on thy Sins, 7 they ftill flow, and wafh thy Stains away. VoL-L G But |